Dear Warden wrote a mother, how much longer must I wait
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Before you send my boy back home to me
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She little knew the angels had unlocked the prison gates
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And the one she loved had already been set free
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The Warden read the letter and then he sadly cried
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As with these words the sorrow he replied
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There's little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
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Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
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For a pardon from above has returned the one you loved
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It is the saddest story ever has been told
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For he's takin' his last ride never more this world to roam
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On his face there is a smile for he knows he's going home
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There's a little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
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Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
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The church was filled with music as the service did begin
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His broken hearted folks were gathered there
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The preacher told the story of a boy who'd gone astray
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The heavy load his loved ones had to pay.
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When he had breathed his sermon the organ softly played
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And on their knees the congregation prayed
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There's a little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
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Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
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For a pardon from above has returned the one you love
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It is the saddest story ever has been told.
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The Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29
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| Marty Robbins |
